I know now that it was a membrane in the sky.a dome of sorts made by the tree's branches that was placed over the entire world. In consequence, we were not able to observe a single cosmic ray even as the whole world was reduced to a blank, dust gray sphere. On that New Year's Eve, we lost every satellite around the world in an instant. The year when Earth fell to invaders from another world.īut it was still time we could have used. I did my best to recall that day calmly and objectively. There it is again: “Why?” Why were these people attacked? Why were they erased? “I'm scared.” “I'm scared.” “I'm scared.” It is essentially the same as all the others out there. I play back the only message data to be found. The shrug is just a desperate ploy to convince myself I'm calm, but strangely, it still helped. I shrug my shoulders as I sit down on what used to be a sofa. No food, sadly, but.any port in a storm.īesides, just seeing artifacts of civilization like this again does wonders for my morale, even if it is gutted ruins from a brutal invasion. Not that it would have made us any less powerless to fix all this.Īfter all, if that tree were to attack again, If any satellites were still intact, we might have even been able to find and connect with other survivors. The colony I left behind was situated in one such remnant. Or, well, more places that remained in part despite being reset. Remnants, in this case, are areas that somehow escaped the reset. Maybe there'll even be some food left, if I'm lucky. I can see an unnatural shape just up ahead. It's not so much that it seems like life's died out as that it never existed to begin with.Ĭase in point, I've not seen even a single sign of death or decay this whole time. I don't even get that natural sort of austerity wastelands give off. It's more like.pavement without so much as a single crack or seam to be seen. It proved you can ride an old motorcycle from Australia to North America as long as you have a surface to ride on and a solid engine.Īll I drive over seems to be endless white wasteland. I never expected this solar generator to work this well or for this long. My food and water are starting to run out.Īt least my old motorcycle is still purring like a kitten. With everything bleached white as far as the eye can see, you get numb to time as well as distance. I still have no idea how things got to this point, but what I can say for sure is that somehow the sun is shining on every corner of the world at once. In my defense, it's hard to count the days when we don't have nights anymore. I managed to keep a log for the first thirty days, but now it just feels like I've lost the ability to keep track of time. How long has it been since I left the colony of survivors?
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